May our minds be faithful to the truth,
Madness is the pleasure of the ruthless.
The company of angels is only found by the clergy
Or the leaders of faith who are not mad or ruthless.
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We bounce the ball to its home,
Running its wings along the air;
Feeding the kids and all the parents
With fun’s laughter, well-chosen.
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At my grave be a lovelier flower of poems,
Constrict your muscles to disown me, and
I will see the authority of your living eternity.
My ripened fruit is to inject into the finer flesh,
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Bound to the craft of reading one suffices with
Awkward dreams innocently retold by the pen.
Binding with atoms is the present or gift for the
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The rhetor has arrived to see why words
Fit the same mind as his own,
And the man himself witnesses pleasure
That the sizes of words can encapsulate.
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I am never conquered by the flute of immortality,
They wage war on the definite souls of integrity,
But immortals win in lustre and might, and so
The flowers and towers burgeon brightly,
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Hold onto rapid treasure
Due to gods that lighten the load
As death approaches the wand.
I cannot mind you if deserts
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Observe us with inner intent,
Let prayers fasten onto the soul,
Seeing faster light called divine lamps.
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The long friends are stronger in bonds but greater,
And so the overwhelming joys of spring are on the trees
Like the sun as it showers its light on the top of the
World that strives towards the heavenly doors of existence.
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